frost-bitten, crisp winter air
that springs up the hairs on
your soft arms
and nips at you in harsh,
yet comforting, kisses

this is the cold season,
the frost season,
the one that blankets life with
a thin sheet of ice
or a thick layer of snow,
the kind of coldness
that sits in the air until the sun melts it

it is my favorite season, though
and despite its harshness
i find it comforting